The two of you are so slow to fry a pot of tea, Bengong is thirsty half an hour ago, you look at how long you have been frying, do you want to die of thirst, if you are so slow next time, don't blame Bengong for being unkind."

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince, we don't dare anymore."

Even though Hua Luo is difficult to serve, Zhan Xing Zhaoyue feels that this level is bearable, they used to beat and scold them in the same place, but now Hua Luo is just playing tricks, and she doesn't do anything to them.

After coming to the East Palace, their living standards have indeed improved a lot, both of them have separate rooms, and the food is leftover from Hua Luo, which is even better than what they ate yesterday.

In the evening, Hua Luo said to Zhan Xing Zhaoyue, "You don't have to go to the morning court tomorrow, the palace has to sleep lazy, if you come early to wake up the palace, you will feel better, understand?"

"Slave understands." Zhan Xing Zhaoyue said in unison.

It was only then that they were sure that there was really no one else in the East Palace except for the two of them.

If the flower is just a little pampered, I'm afraid it won't be so.

Zhan Xing Zhaoyue understands that their current situation is quite good, and the most difficult thing is probably ahead.

The next day, after Hua Luo got up, she suddenly asked Zhaoyue to go to the kitchen to get her a corbel, and the kind that she wanted to give birth.

Where Zhaoyue is very puzzled, there are slaughtered cows in the kitchen, and there are also cow legs, but what is the beef leg that Hua Luo wants to give birth to, is it possible that she wants to barbecue in the East Palace?

But even if it is barbecued, it will not be able to roast the beef leg, which is so thick that it has to be roasted for as long as it takes.

However, Zhanxing still put the bloody corbel into the tray and brought it to Hua Luo.

When she brought it, Hua Luo was sitting there, holding a bright knife in her hand, and a ray of sunlight hit the knife surface, just hitting Zhaoyue's face.

Zhao Yue saw that the blade of the knife was very sharp, and she couldn't help but be stunned: "Your Highness, the ox leg you wanted."

"Alright, let's leave it here."

After Zhaoyue put it away, he waited on the side.

She watched as Hua Luo used this very sharp knife to divide the part of the corbel along the lines little by little, and the various tissues of the corbel were intact and placed on the table, and the table was covered with blood, which looked like a corpse scene.

Until the end, the whole corbel was cut by the flower and only a smooth and slippery bone remained.

I couldn't see that such a young girl was still an executioner, and Zhaoyue was stunned.

"Akitsuki, right?" Hua Luo turned her head to look at Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue hurriedly said, "Yes."

"Let's clean up the table."

"Okay." Zhaoyue endured the strong smell of blood, walked over and put the dissected parts of Hua Luo back into the tray one by one, as if she thought of something, and asked Hua Luo.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, what about these stumps and bones?"

"Just find a place to bury it."

"Buried?!" Zhaoyue was very surprised, such a large piece of beef leg can be used as an ingredient to make some dishes, and now the meat is still fresh, and the flower flower is actually buried.

"What, you have an opinion?"

"The slave just thinks that this beef is still fresh, and it can be taken back to the kitchen and buried directly, this ......."

Zhaoyue finally understood what Zhumen's wine and meat stinked, and there were frozen bones on the road, she and her sister used to work hard all year round to get a piece of meat, but now Hua Luo's good fresh meat is buried, and beef is much more expensive than pork.

"What is this palace doing, so that you can talk nonsense?"

Only then did Zhaoyue react, she just subconsciously said this just now, and she forgot for a moment that Hua Luo was not a fool.

She was about to beg for mercy, but Flora said, "You can send this meat back if you want."

Then, the blade in her hand slashed quickly through the air, fast enough to fly out of the afterimage.

Then, Zhaoyue snorted softly.

The sand on her head was torn, and she looked malnourished, and her yellow straw-like hair fell off one by one, falling limply to the ground.

In a moment, Zhaoyue turned into a bald head with no hair on his head.

Hua Luo ignored Zhao Yue's expression, looked down at the hair on the ground, as if she was a little disgusted: "Look at your hair is yellow like straw, as long as you shave it all and grow it again, you will definitely be able to grow a black and bright hair, I am doing this for your good."

Zhaoyue didn't dare to cry, tears swirled in her eyes, her body was skinny, and her parents, although she and Zhanxing no longer had parents, they also knew that their hair was not shaved if they were meant to be shaved.

Now, she has become bald, how can she see people in the future, but she can only endure and agree to take the beef down.

Sure enough, when she sent the beef back to the kitchen, she was ridiculed for a while, and they also knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he shaved his hair today, maybe he would take off their heads tomorrow.

Zhan Xing Zhaoyue followed Hua Luo to the empress, and Zhan Xing Zhaoyue heard the empress sitting on the top with disgust in her tone: "How much hair dye cream do you use for your long hair?"

Facing the empress's reproachful tone, Hua Luo brushed her hair disapplausively: "What's the matter, Queen Mother, I'm just dyeing my hair, do you have to take care of it."

"You are the prince, the future lord of a country, the image should be dignified and atmospheric, you are only thirteen years old now, you dressed yourself up at a young age, dyed your long hair flaxen, and even dyed two pinches of white hair in the middle, those who know think you are the prince, and those who don't know think you are a ruffian from where, a bad girl."

"You must dye your hair black today."

"Queen Mother, you don't understand, this is called personality, now that the Apocalypse is all the rage, I'm just dyed a little silver thread, then there are still people who dye their pillow hair completely white, why don't you say it."

"Presumptuous!" The empress scolded, "Anyway, you dyeing your hair like this is the demeanor of the prince of the United Kingdom, Lady Guo, you are responsible for supervising the prince and asking her to dye her hair back."

"No way, my hair is my way."

Hua Luo categorically said: "What qualifications does the queen mother have to interfere, if the queen mother doesn't like it, she will send me back to Yanzhou again, anyway, I'm used to staying in Yanzhou, that place is not bad, and no one cares about me yet."

Lady Guo wanted to go over and ease the atmosphere: "His Royal Highness the Prince, if it really doesn't work, you and Your Majesty should each take a step back, you can barely say that you can dye your hair flaxen, but this handful of silver hair in the middle is indeed too conspicuous, so you can dye this handful of silver hair into flaxen."

"No, what I want is to be conspicuous, I will keep this silver hair." Hua Luo's attitude is extraordinarily resolute.

The empress did not compromise: "No, she must dye her black hair back."

The mother and daughter began to arch the fire, and they looked at each other unpleasantly.

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